A Poem Jesus Christ, the Incomparable...

More than nineteen hundred years ago there was a man born contrary to the laws of life.
This man lived in poverty and was reared in obscurity.
He did not travel extensively.
Only once did He cross the boundary of the country in which He lived;
that was during His exile in childhood.

He possessed neither wealth nor influence.
His relatives were inconspicuous and had neither training nor formal education.
In infancy He startled a king;
in childhood He puzzled doctors;
in manhood He ruled the course of  nature, walked upon the billows as if pavements, and hushed the sea to sleep.
He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charges for His service.

He never wrote a book,
yet all the libraries of the country could not hold the books that have been  written about Him.
He never wrote a song,
and yet He has furnished the theme for more songs than all the songwriters  combined.
He never founded a college,
but all the schools put together cannot boast of having as many  students.
He never marshaled an army, nor drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun;
and yet no leader ever had  more volunteers who have, under His orders, made more rebels stack arms and surrender without  a shot being fired.

He never practiced medicine and
yet He healed more broken hearts than all the doctors far and  near.
Every seventh day the wheels of commerce cease their turning and multitudes wend their
way to  worshiping assemblies to pay homage and respect to Him.
The names of past, proud statesmen of Greece and Rome have come and gone.
The names of past scientists, philosophers, and theologians have come and gone,
but the name of  this man abounds more and more.

Although nineteen hundred years between the people of this generation and the scene of
His  crucifixion have passed,
yet He still lives.
Herod could not destroy Him and the grave could not hold Him.
He stands forth upon the highest pinnacle of heavenly glory,
proclaimed of GOD,
acknowledged by  angels,
adored by saints, and
feared by devils,
as the living personal
Christ, our Lord and Saviour.

Author unknown...
 

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